Lyrics of 'Surround Sound (feat. Baby Tate & 21 Savage)' by J.I.D

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I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too for

Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns

I done came back around like a nigga selling crack and pounds
I got a bag now, but it's nothing to brag 'bout
Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the blood hounds
Mac 10 making love sounds, to a bad chick, she from uptown
I'm from down south, not a loudmouth, we can fuck around
Hit the music, baby, cut it down
Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like I'ma bust now
I feel like a bust down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now
In the cut, big black truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now, nigga, fuck it, okay

Push the fucking pack off on the porch or break a pound down
Get the scrap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon, too for

Me and my money attached emotionally
I get to clutching if you get too close to me
I'm at the top where I'm posed to be
Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
Four hundred racks ain't shit but a show to me
I'm on the road and I bet that your hoe with me
When I'm in traffic it's always a pole wit me
Pillsbury's man, I keep dough on me
Hit from the back, she giving me slurp and I ain't even pull my pants down
Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
Draw down, hands in the air, nigga make one move, get gunned down
Giving out smoke so long they don't even wanna talk no more, it just run now
No locked doors, I serve with a chop
Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops
I was on panda, glass in the sock
Back in the day, I invest in the block
Fast-forward, now I'm investing in stocks
I put a drum on the Heckler and Koch
Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots

Push the fucking pack off of the porch or break a pound down
Get the scrap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
Putting rap on my back and I'm black and snatching crowns

I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay of Cheshire Bridge
Then I took it back, now he sayin' he shakin' and he shiverin'
Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
They call me Young Baby, but I still got hella

Talk shit, run that motherfuckin' crown, you bitch
You motherfuckin' bitch
Uh, shit

Sorry in advance for my bros
They'll whip a nigga ass, what you whippin' up? (Woah)
JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope
Niggas got it in the bag, 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow
Give me a joke, heard a nigga say you the next? No, no, no
I'm the best, tell them bitches stop the motherfuckin' press
Press stop, fuck a top five list
Get'em a vest, he get lopsided
Fuck the cops, we was runnin' from Rottweilers
Most of my partners ain't have poppa just a popped condom
Couple kids with Alzheimer's, forty on his side
Boy you Mike Alstott, he on the block violent
Robbing niggas in the hood and then swap genres
Green light, line a nigga up, stop sign him
Keep drivin', you will not find him
I'ma I'ma I'ma anomaly, I turned into a rapper ironically
I ran the backup back up, niggas is onto me
Niggas should honor me
If you think that I'm a wannabe it's pretty comedy
I'm melancholy and cool, so calmly bustin' moves
My truths carry velocity
Same posse since OshKosh B'gosh pussclot
Treat the rap like a pushin' rock
On the stove with the Pyrex pot
The door stay locked, it don't say knock
We on they block, we own they block
It's monopoly games we steal they properties
Smooth talkin' and moonwalkin'
Same lil' niggas small pond but a pool shark
I aim big stick, knock chalk off cue balls, bang this shit

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

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